Free The Collision on Hardwood Drive by Elizabeth Bryant Page B

tongue.
    It’ll be my hands in your hair, pulling, as you get harder , I typed back, feeling myself getting wet. I want to feel your hands on me again.
    No hands, he replied. Just my mouth. I want to know how you taste.
    As I imagined his tongue flicking over my clit, I felt myself begin to throb. My phone lit up again.
    Are you wet? Touch yourself.
    I did exactly what he asked. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down, reaching one hand down to move my panties to the side. I slipped one finger inside myself, thrusting it up easily into my wet folds. It wasn’t enough—all it did was make me crave him inside me.
    I’m so wet. I can’t stand it—I want you. I typed this message out a bit more slowly with just one hand and sent it over, knowing I would do anything to get him here.
    I’m coming to get you. I’ll be there in twenty.
    I put my phone down, weak with anticipation. The fears, doubts, and reservations—they all faded into the background. I had never wanted a man so badly.
    When I realized I was only wearing jeans and a coffee-stained T-shirt, I panicked. Yeah, Stephanie. That’s a great way to seduce a man.
    I ripped off my clothes and stood naked in front of my mirrored armoire, looking for something to wear. My reflection caught my eye , and I paused to take in myself. My full lips looked swollen, probably because I had been biting at him, and my eyes were hungry. My breasts, never too large, were tender, and my nipples stiffened. I looked ready to be ravished. I was ready to be ravished.
    Digging through my drawers, I found exactly what I was looking for. Claire and I had done some serious damage at a lingerie store a few months ago when she convinced me I should start to date again. To get me in the mood , she took me to a store featuring racks and racks of bustiers, corsets, and matching bra-and-panty sets. She encouraged me to stray from my normal cream and white choices in color, suggesting black lace, see-through g-strings, and satin robes. I had been hesitant, but I still left the store with some things I never thought I’d wear.
    I pulled a push-up bra, with the tag still attached, out of the closet and tried it on. I was thrilled with the result. It made my normally petite breasts look plump and perky. Cupped by the dark crimson satin and black lace outline, my cleavage looked positively edible . I cut the tags off and pulled on a matching low-rise thong that sat dangerously low on my slender hips.
    I decided on a snug wrap-around dress that tied on the side to complete my outfit. I could already imagine Rob tugging at the bow, the front tumbling open to expose my carefully selected lingerie. I couldn’t wait for him to see it.
    I settled on the couch with a glass of wine to calm my nerves. The sweet berry flavor reminded me of the wine Rob had served. I relished in the warmth that spread through my body as I drank. The wine only served to increase my arousal. I got up and paced around the apartment, checking my hair and dabbing some more of my favorite Dior scent on my wrists—even adding a bit between my breasts.
    Finally, there was a knock on the door. I took a deep breath and opened it slowly, expecting to find Rob’s deep slate eyes gazing into mine. Instead, I was met with a huge bouquet of flowers. Spilling from a crystal vase were blue violets, yellow roses, and pink tulips. Their petals were so vivid, and their aroma was gorgeous.
    Rob lowered the vase, revealing his handsome, manly face. A shadow of unshaven stubble darkened his jaw, making him seem dangerously rugged. His lips curled into a warm smile.
    “Stephanie,” he said, his eyes drinking in my body-hugging dress. “Incredible.”
    I was swept away, instantly and utterly. I had half -expected him to come in and ravish me there on the floor—maybe even wanted him to—but he didn’t. Like a perfect gentleman, he showed up with flowers and had a car waiting downstairs. I was impressed.
    I ducked in the limo, lingering